“I didn’t think about you once today, for the first time since I met you. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was simply that it was too cold to get out of bed; I did not wish that you were there beside me. I went to the closet and got dressed without thinking about whether or not you liked the shirt I was putting on, didn’t think about whether you’d already seen me in the sweater I layered over it. I skipped breakfast, as I always do, and I didn’t hear your voice chastising me in the back of my head, I just glanced at the clock, grabbed my keys, and shut the door firmly behind me.
I didn’t see anyone who reminded me of you on my way to work. I didn’t hear anyone who had your laugh, didn’t see anyone sporting the same shoes you wear.
At the office, I answered phones, got coffee, checked emails, sorted paperwork, chatted with coworkers, spaced out, got stuff done, all without interruption. When my boss handed me a bunch of work right before it was time to leave, I didn’t have to suppress the urge to text you and complain, didn’t even think back to a time when something like this would have made me late to have dinner with you. I made it home eventually, and when I got there I called up a friend and asked if he wanted to come over and watch television with me. He did. We laughed, we made popcorn, we had a great time, and not once did either of us mention your name.
I went out for a run with my iPod on shuffle, and I heard a song we danced to together at our favorite bar, the night you wore a dark gray t-shirt and I ordered my usual, one shot too many. But that memory of you didn’t accompany it this time. I didn’t care that you weren’t with me, I just kept on running.
As I’m lying here in bed, about to close my eyes and drift off to a place where I will not dream of you, this is when I realise I haven’t thought about you today. Some might say this realization ends my streak-of-not-thinking-of-you, that I’ve inadvertently let your ghost return to haunt me once again, but this is not true at all. See, in thinking about how I haven’t thought of you, I’m not really thinking about you at all — I’m finally thinking about me.
You’re just an idea now, a dark shadow, something I’m only considering as it relates to my own evolution. I’m recalling what I used to be like when you were all I ever thought about, when you seemed to own my thoughts morning, noon, and night. I’m thinking about the tear-stained pillows and empty wine bottles that decorated my room in the time I spent trying to get over you. I’m remembering how badly I longed to free myself from your spell, but secretly believed that day would never come.
And yet, that day is here, that day is today, the day I did not think of you, and I cannot help but smile, for I am finally free. Everyone said it would happen eventually, and I’m happy to report they were right (as they almost always are). I’ve moved on, as we all seem to do eventually. The best part is, I doubt I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow either or ever again.”
So when i tell you that im dating someone and just want to confirm that your intentions are friendly and not flirty, and you confirm, that means you aren’t allowed to get flirty with me all of a sudden. You’re just making me uncomfortable.
Today is always a hard day. Even though 9/11 is such a distant memory, and a faint one seeing as I was only in first grade, watching the videos depicting the event is always very very hard.
All I can remember from that day is that my teachers were saying the mall was on fire, and everyones parents were signing them out of school early. My mom decided to leave me in school, because she would rather me be the last one to get picked up then it be the kid who’s parent worked at the pentagon or something like that. I of course was sitting in an almost empty classroom very confused.
My dad was in California for a business meeting, and he was put in charge of keeping all the workers calm until they received news that their boss, Christopher Newton, had landed safely. That news never came.
Chris was not only my dads boss, but also his best friend. My dad had been hired as the Vice President of this company, which was his dream job. He and Chris had a vision for the company and were working together to achieve it. They always flew together to every meeting.
This time, for the first time ever, they flew separately.
My dad wanted to go up a day early so he could visit family in CA, and one day later Chris Newton also boarded a plane for California, American Airlines Flight 77.
When news reached my dad and his company, their building in California was flooded by news reporters trying to capture the reactions they had. My dad the responsibility of holding himself together, so that the rest of the company wouldn’t fall apart. He told the reporters to back off and assured they couldn’t get to the shocked and emotional workers in the building.
He managed to stay so strong that day, and I admire him for that.
Today I haven’t seen much of my dad, because he’s out spending time with himself, thinking about and missing his best friend.
Chris Newton, you will always be missed, and you will always be remembered. Whether its in the way your daughter looked standing on the green of your favorite golf hole, scattering your ashes into the wind as she did a cartwheel, or simply in my fathers eyes on these memorial days, your memory lives on.